big master, big liar

After Song Xuan repeated in front of Ji Yunxi what he had said in front of Fang Qiutang.

The first sentence I got was: "Have you already told Fang Qiutang?"

Song Xuan was slightly nervous at first, and didn't care, he just said: "I mentioned it to him, he won't talk to others—"

"It's clearly my business, why did you tell him first?" Ji Yunxi seemed to be fighting something, with obvious displeasure on his face - it seemed that he would only show such obvious emotions in front of Song Xuan.

"I……"

"Song Xuan, when will you be the first to think of me?" Ji Yunxi muttered like complaining.

"Axi," Song Xuan couldn't laugh or cry. "Don't you ask me if the news is true or not?"

"Of course it's true," Ji Yunxi said calmly. "You promised me you wouldn't lie to me."

Song Xuan remembered the promise he made to Ji Yunxi, and Ji Yunxi did the same.It was obviously a comforting sentence, but these two people took it seriously.

Song Xuan smiled wryly: "To be honest, this matter is indeed a bit tricky. I intend to make the imperial envoy change course, but I'm afraid he is not willing."

Ji Yunxi shook his head: "There must still be a nail in this team, even if they change their ways, the other party can still get the news."

Song Xuan was silent for a moment.

"I... think about it again. If it really doesn't work, let's hide for a few days first."

Although he said this on his lips, he actually had no clue in his heart.

He was always worried that he was about to be questioned by Ji Yunxi, and this matter was difficult to handle, which made his mind in a mess, so he had to reluctantly comfort Ji Yunxi.

"...Song Xuan." Ji Yunxi said suddenly. "Or forget it."

"Didn't your fortune tellers often say that life and death are determined by destiny, and wealth depends on the sky?" Ji Yunxi stared at him. "Do you remember, I shouldn't have lived beyond the age of 12."

Song Xuan was stunned.

Not long after we first met, Ji Yunxi said to him, you'd better sympathize with me a little more.

At that time, Ji Yunxi did not hesitate to use any means to grab every vine around her, trying to survive.

But now Ji Yunxi told him, Song Xuan, life and death are destiny, wealth is in the sky, I shouldn't live past 12 years old.

But how could he really let go?

"I've said that it's fake, do you believe them or me?" Song Xuan stared at him seriously and asked.

Ji Yunxi laughed: "Song Xuan, that was not said by a doctor or a genius doctor, but by a priest from the Huguo Temple. Back then, he himself said that I should die at the age of 12."

"Everything he said has come true, except for me. I guess my journey has been full of difficulties and dangers, and I have also implicated you. It may be because my life was originally stolen." Ji Yunxi said lightly. explain.

Ji Yunxi even had a strange thought that maybe he survived because there were successive fakes dying for him.

The civet cat at birth was replaced by the prince, and later Wu Si and even Zhu Ruan used his name to do business. Ji Yunxi's identity and name always seemed to not belong to him, always bringing bad luck to others.

He is unwilling to believe in ghosts and gods.

But there are too many coincidences, so he can't help but suspect that maybe somewhere, everything has been arranged long ago.

"Although I don't believe in ghosts and gods, if my life is really destined not to be mine, then at least I don't want to implicate you." Ji Yunxi said.

Song Xuan had heard of the name of the monk of the Huguo Temple.

It was rumored that it was a real eminent monk. He was silent all the year round, rarely spoke, and occasionally spoke, but everything he said was true.

He didn't expect this eminent monk to assert Ji Yunxi's life expectancy.

He also suddenly realized where did Ji Yunxi's thought of struggling desperately, yet belittle his own life from the bottom of his heart come from.

Song Xuan couldn't help feeling a bit of resentment towards that eminent monk whom he had never met.

Looking at Ji Yunxi's empty eyes, he couldn't help but say, "It's a lie."

"There are no eminent monks in this world, and there are no straight-talking ones." Song Xuan's expression was extremely serious. "Axi, I'm just a charlatan."

"I can't see anyone's future, I can't see yours, I can't see mine, everything is just my deception." Song Xuan confessed like this for the first time. "So I don't believe in the so-called eminent monks either."

"You are here now, which is the best proof of a scam."

Ji Yunxi's eyelashes trembled, and the emotions in his eyes were complicated and difficult to understand.

It is impossible for him to be persuaded by Song Xuan immediately.

But he didn't mind struggling for Song Xuan's words.

Even if it's just to prove the deception he said.

"I see." He said softly.

Song Xuan smiled: "I will discuss it with Qiutang again, he has a lot of ghost ideas, maybe he can come up with some good ideas."

Song Xuan turned his head to get off the carriage, but suddenly heard Ji Yunxi asking softly behind him: "Song Xuan, are you really a charlatan?"

"Yes." Song Xuan's voice was very soft, but in fact, his heart was already beating loudly like a drum. "Don't you ask me, how did I know this news?"

He was still terrified of telling the truth.

Fear of Ji Yunxi's departure.

Fear of... all change.

Stripped of Song Banxian's calm appearance, he is just an ordinary person.It's just that he has too little and loses too much, and finally he looks so fairy-like, magnanimous and free and easy.

In the final analysis, it's just chic with nothing.

Ji Yunxi stared at Song Xuan's eyes,

He couldn't see the gentleness of the past in it, only a misty chaos.

"Do you want to talk?" He asked Song Xuan.

"...Sorry" Song Xuan lowered his head.

"Then don't talk about it," Ji Yunxi actually smiled slightly. "Everyone has their own secret, didn't you tell me that?"

His smile is beautiful, and at this moment, it has the power to bewitch.

Song Xuan couldn't help but look a little crazy.

"I can wait until you are willing to trust me." Ji Yunxi said. "Song Xuan, I have a lifetime of patience with you."

Song Xuan felt a little sore in his heart.

He nodded and rested his forehead lightly on Ji Yunxi's shoulder.

It seems to be a thank you, and it seems to be a slight dependence.

Those shoulders were thin and thin, with a faint medicinal fragrance, but Song Xuan felt at ease.

"Axi, thank you."

Song Xuan said softly.

This is the first time that Song Banxian has removed his mask of talking and laughing, revealing a fragile and soft side.

It was in front of Ji Yunxi.

Ji Yunxi's eyes were unpredictable, and the corners of his mouth slowly raised an arc.

In such a small world as the carriage, it seemed that only Song Xuan and Ji Yunxi were left.

It seemed that there was a slight heat pouring into his body from his shoulders.

If so be relied upon.

If you can always have such a temperature.

He will probably do whatever it takes to survive.

##### This chapter was written relatively slowly, and it was finished in the middle of the night~ Everyone, please bear with me!